Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Huh. No reason the two of us still can't have dinner.
Pittsburgh Steelers.
...in the last three episodes of 'Til Death, except I inserted jokes.
That wind has caused a real chop in the water.
- Why would you have? - Huh?
- No, it's ice skating we don't like. - Oh.
No. It smells like four Super Bowl rings in here.
But it's March, and where I come from, March is Prison Rules Month.
You were my boyhood idol.
...and we'll be tasting free beer at the Stool for a year.
...right, right, right, right, right, right, left.
Oh?
Okay. I'm sorry.
...you know all my stats, your voice is slightly gay...
Here you go.
What?
Oh, and you, Tim? What of Tim?
Really? This is your hypothetical, and you'd still put Shadwell's name first?
- Good practice, though. - Great practice.
You can't just abandon your friends for a better opportunity.
Put on a creeper, damn it.
...right, right, right, right, right, right, left.
...Walt, you get my afro pick, my bullet collection...
So how much we getting for the girl?
What do you say we win this race?
The guys are counting on you.
Put on a wither skull, damn it.
I'm supposed to learn how to make a lowercase G.
Get used to it.
Why is it so damn hot in here?
I just hope we see a mermaid.
- Why not? - You're gay.
Oh, look at Mr. Solo-Album talking about abandoning friends.
...but if we lose the chance to win free beer because of your boat...
We had some fun, but it got pretty weird.
- What does that mean, Cleveland? - I don't know.
13 x 71 x 769 = 709787
A U-Haul and a late period. Ha-ha-ha, I'm just kidding.
I Never Understood the Rules: The Barry Shadwell Story.